This is the intro to my new story. The POV will shift through the story. Shannon's sister is Megan and this is in her POV. I don't own anyone except the OC. Please R&R!!!

Introduction Chapter.

I couldn't believe it. I'd never felt so hurt and angry at the same time. I wanted to ball myself up and cry my eyes out until the tears stopped. At the same time I wanted to hit someone. Slap someone. Make them feel as bad as I felt at that precise moment. The tears were brewing. I could feel them seeping up as I tried to fight their arrival. I hurried myself as fast as I could possibly move. I would allow myself to cry; just not here. Not where anyone could see. I walked towards the exit sign. I was almost there. Just a few more feet, then I'd be in the parking lot. I needed to escape this place. I kept telling myself 'You're almost there. You'll be fine.' Yeah, I'd be fine. The tears began streaming down my cheeks as I neared my car. Quickly, I tossed my duffle bag into the trunk and jumped into the driver's seat. After placing the key into the ignition, I began to sob openly. It didn't even matter now. No one else could hear me. I let myself cry. Placing my head onto the steering wheel, I sobbed hysterically. I couldn't believe what had happened 20 minutes earlier. I just couldn't fathom it. Why would they do this to me? How could they? I wasn't sure what any possible answers to these questions could be and it didn't matter. I knew what I'd seen. Adam and I had been together for almost a year. He'd had a reputation for being a flirt but when I met him, something clicked for me and I stopped seeing him in that light. He made me happy and I thought he felt the same. I guess I was wrong. The tears streamed and streaked by olive toned skin as I tried to pull it together. I couldn't drive like this and I needed to get out of the arena parking lot. Too many of my co-workers would be in the same parking lot in no time and I needed to be long gone. I didn't want to answer any questions or see the looks of concern. I didn't want to explain that I'd failed. How badly I'd failed. Especially after most of my friends offered warnings against him. I just needed to get home. I wiped the tears from my eyes and told myself no more tears. No more feelings. No more anything in regards to Adam. I pulled out of the parking lot and set out on the road home. I turned on the radio and a familiar song blared in my car's stereo system. Collide by Howie Day. Great. This was not a song I wanted to hear right now. The tears began to stream again as I slammed my hand onto the dashboard. The song cut off instantly, leaving me in silence. As I sat in silence, I heard the buzzing of my cell phone. I couldn't talk to anyone. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to explain why I was crying or lie that I wasn't crying. I looked at the phone caller id. Jeff. I figured it would be Adam, but I guess he knew better than to try to talk to me. I watched as Jeff's called rang all the way through to my voicemail. 'Get it together.' I order myself. 'He's not worth this. Fuck him. You're better than this!' I counsel myself but the words don't help. I feel like my heart was ripping apart. Broken, Shattered Mortally wounded. I felt used. I felt broken and abandoned. My pity party was interrupted once again by my phone ringing again. Glancing down, I noticed the voicemail icon was lit. Jeff left a voicemail. Part of me wondered what he said. The other half didn't want to deal with any more situation than the one I was trying to work through. Jeff and I had grown up together. Our brothers were best friends. We were all best friends. Jeff and I were the babies of the group and we'd formed a close bond back in elementary school. He was my protector and one of the dissenters of my relationship with Adam. He wasn't one to say 'I told you so' but this time I wasn't sure. I called my voicemail. Nothing Jeff could say could make me feel any worse so why not just get it over with? His accent was easily distinguished. Warm, caring, honest; he was never the one to make bad situations worse. I listened to his voice and somehow it soothed me.

"Hey. I'm worried about you. I heard you left during my match and you were upset. I'm just making sure you're ok. So can you please call me back? Or at least text me so I know you're ok? I worry about you and I know you probably don't want to talk, but if you change your mind just call me. Or Matt, Shane, Shannon… We're all worried. You know we love you and you can always talk to us…" his voice trailed off and the message ended.

I didn't know what to do. I did what I've done since I was a little girl. I dialed Jeff's number and let it ring. My sobs were almost taking over me again. My body shook as I waited for Jeff to answer.

"Hey…" his southern accent said after a few rings.

I blurted out inaudible language as my sobs over took my voice.

"Meg… where are you at? Are you ok? That's a stupid question…" he muttered as he listened to my sobs.

I struggled to see the road sign that I'd parked near. I couldn't read it but I knew I hadn't gone far. I looked to my left and saw a Denny's. "I'm 7 blocks away from the arena, by the Denny's." I muttered finally.

"Stay there. I'll be right there." He ordered as he hung up the phone.

I threw my back against the seat roughly and drew my hands to my eyes as I sobbed into them.

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TO BE CONTINUED???